Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

This sentence was like a thunderclap, splitting into Jun Huang's mind instantly.

The Master of the Martial Pavilion! Currently the second highest existence in the Great Universe! The Sun-Eroding Martial Ancestor!

Jun Huang's breath hitched, his eyes involuntarily widening, his heart racing wildly. He never expected that the one who brought him here would be this legendary giant.

The Sun-Eroding Cry looked at the boy's suddenly changing expression and spoke calmly: "Observing your root bone and temperament, both are excellent. Are you willing to enter my tutelage and take me as your master?"

Become his disciple?!

The Master of the Martial Pavilion, the Sun-Eroding Martial Ancestor, wanted to take him as a disciple?!

Jun Huang stood there, stunned, his mind seemingly stopped working. The immense shock and unbelievable joy overwhelmed him like a tsunami.

But, ultimately, his nature was resilient, and he quickly suppressed the almost outbursting exclamation in his heart. His eyes shone with unprecedented brilliance, without any hesitation or any thought of decorum or bargaining.

He directly fell to his knees in the direction of the Sun-Eroding Cry, prostrating himself like toppling a mountain of gold and a pillar of jade:

"Disciple Jun Huang, greets Master!"

His voice was high-pitched, with a trace of uncontrollable trembling.

He was well aware that this might be his only opportunity in a lifetime to leap over the dragon gate, an astonishing chance that could change everything for him and what he cared for!

No matter what price he had to pay, he had to seize it with all his might. In the face of such an opportunity, what was decorum, what was pride, it would all be ridiculously foolish.

Seeing this, the Sun-Eroding Cry's eyes finally showed a clear look of satisfaction.

This was more like it.

Previously, he wanted to take Xue Qing as a disciple but was mercilessly rejected. Though he remained expressionless on the surface, deep within, he inevitably felt a bit defeated and displeased.

But given his status, he couldn't express it in front of Xue Qing.

Jun Huang's excited and unwavering discipleship was the reaction a normal genius should have when encountered with such an existence offering to recruit them.

This significantly uplifted the Sun-Eroding Cry's mood.

"Rise," the Sun-Eroding Cry said calmly, raising a hand to lift Jun Huang.

"Thank you, Master!" Jun Huang stood up, still unable to contain his excitement. His hands hanging at his sides trembled slightly, unconsciously clenching into fists.

Looking at him, the Sun-Eroding Cry directly made arrangements: "This time, you won't be going to the Heaven Burial Palace."

Jun Huang was slightly stunned upon hearing this, but he did not question, only listened respectfully.

"Through my deductions, the Heavenly Fate may be flawed," the Sun-Eroding Cry said calmly, "You have ample opportunities and need not rush to risk your life in that perilous place."

It was the truth, though only part of the reason, and more so, he didn't want such a fine talent, just accepted under his tutelage, to be senselessly lost in the Heaven Burial Palace.

That place was beyond his interference, and many dangers there were beyond control.

"Disciple abides by Master's command, thank you, Master!" Jun Huang's heart was lifted, bowing again respectfully.

Unless forced, who wants to fight life and death daily, constantly facing uncertainty?

Now with a Master's arrangements and a bright future, he was naturally happy to be safe.

The Sun-Eroding Cry nodded slightly, casually asking: "Are there any family members at home?"

His gaze was like lightning, already seeing that Jun Huang's lines of cause and effect were not complex, even somewhat sparse, often indicating thin family ties, with few family members likely remaining.

Speaking of family, the excitement in Jun Huang's eyes slightly faded, a hint of darkness passed through as he replied respectfully: "To report to Master, disciples' parents passed away early. At home, there is only a younger sister left, named Yixue."

He paused, a trace of worry on his face: "She was found to possess the Immortal Bone early on, thus was taken in by the Xuri Heavenly Sect for cultivation. Now... I do not know how she is doing."

For the Martial Dao Holy Land's Martial Pavilion, Immortal Path Cultivators were clearly not aligned, and he didn't know if he could reunite with his sister.

The Sun-Eroding Cry waved a hand upon hearing this:

"No need to worry, I'll have someone investigate at the Xuri Heavenly Sect and bring her to the Martial Pavilion to be placed by your side."

"We of the Martial Pavilion can still accommodate an Immortal Path Cultivator."

To him, it was a trivial matter, just a little girl with an Immortal Bone; if it could win over Jun Huang's heart, it was well worth it.

"Thank you, Master, I am forever indebted!" Jun Huang said, overjoyed, putting the last trace of worry to rest, excitedly bowing again.

Being able to have his only sister by his side, avoiding the pain of separation, brought him far more joy than any opportunity for himself.

Watching the joy on Jun Huang's face, the Sun-Eroding Cry inwardly shook his head. There were some things he hadn't told Jun Huang explicitly.

Jun Huang's fate was already clear to him, fated with the Lone Star of Death.

This fate is extremely ominous, bringing ruin to close family, making relatives rarely able to remain by his side and seldom meeting a good end. His parents' early demise was the first sign of this fate.

And his Immortal Bone-possessing sister Yixue, no matter where she is now, whether by his side or not, her future fate is likely already decided, all leading to a short life with no good ending.

This is fate, unchangeable, and even forcibly bringing her to his side might hasten her misfortune.

But these words, the Sun-Eroding Cry naturally wouldn't tell the just initiated and elated Jun Huang at this moment.

Certain harsh truths require time to uncover, and some insights, Jun Huang will naturally understand over time.

To tread the peak of the universe, naturally, much must be lost.

Wanting everything, even the Ancestral Realm, is simply impossible.